Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boz Scaggs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.